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[kingofthisworld]

Since I'm sure the players in this little farce are just anxious to know how the next scene will unfold, I believe it is time for Act Two to begin.

[A pause, as he laughs softly.]

Ironhide, you're next.

[There is an edit to this post sometime later.]

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- Jak
- Ironhide
- Phoenix
- Razer

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[More than anything, it's a force of habit. It also keeps his fists prepared. Just in case.]

You really think I fear pain? You think you can do worse to me than what I have already endured over millennia?

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

You needn't be afraid, Ironhide. Only aware.

[He hms to himself before reaching out to grab at one of the loose wires and tug experimentally.]

I wonder what would happen if I yanked this out.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He steps back, hopefully out of range, his engine growling.]

I would retaliate. Your facial bones would not survive.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Oh no, we cannot have that, now can we?

[He moves closer to Ironhide and looks as though he's examining the wires carefully. Now he's no expert on anatomy of any sentient being. But he'll just grab at what he thinks controls Ironhide's arms and yank with all his might.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls, some of the wiring pulling free. Drops of fluid spurt out and he twists, trying to ram his shoulder into Ganondorf's face.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf pivots out of Ironhide's path, pressing a hand into the autobot's back and shoving him forward. But not without grabbing another handful of the dangling wires and yanking.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He turns, swinging a heavy fist back toward Ganondorf's arm as he does to. There's only so many surface wires. He just has to break the other's arm, shove him away.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[There's too much momentum and not enough time for Ganondorf to dodge completely. Ironhide's fist strikes him and the pain is sharp as it travels down his arm and settles in his elbow.

He bares his teeth. No more games. He lunges at Ironhide, ignoring how his arm protested and tries to reach a hand under the metal plating and tear out what he can.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls right back. This is ridiculous--and should end. He braces himself for the lunge, and throws his weight back against the organic's, aiming to bash his head against Ganondorf's.

There's not much under his immediate paneling, save for the gap in his chest armor that never really got repaired.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He plants a hand, charged full of electric magic against Ironhide's head. His wrist bends at the weight, but doesn't give and he strains to push Ironhide back.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[... Well, that's different. He jerks his head back, and instead aims to kick Ganondorf's legs out from under him.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf reaches down, catching Ironhide's leg. Any wiring here? If there is, he'll be tearing it out.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A bit, and he tears his leg free, shoving his weight forward at the organic, trying to knock him down on the ground, while raising a fist to strike him.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf hit the ground with a grunt. He brought his arm up, to deflect Ironhide's punch away from his face before aiming a electrically charged blow at the gap in Ironhide's chest.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He twists, aiming another blow at Ganondorf's face--

And then jerks, his intakes gasping sharply. Sensitive circuits are in there, and the protective layer covering his spark chamber. Really should have gotten that fixed. He snarls, shuddering, systems scanning for pain receptors to shut them off and hit him again.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Jackpot. Ganondorf would simply have to risk a blow to the face. He reaches with both hands, to tear the gap more and reach whatever rested inside.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The blow lacks the power it should have, considering his HUD is flashing warnings about a potential spark chamber breach. That, however, only makes him want to strike harder. He attempts to roll away, to get out of range, his expression feral.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf can't see what he's grabbing. He's only groping blindly and seizing whatever he could get the firmest grip on. Even the blow to the face did not deter him. He could feel blood dribbling down his chin as Ironhide rolled away, Ganondorf jerked his hands back, hoping that whatever he had his hands on would come out and slow Ironhide down.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A chunk of circuits come away, slightly widening the hole. Ironhide snarls again, pushing himself to his feet. Fluid--bright blue--is dripping from the hole, but he refuses to go down just yet.

He sets himself, and charges again.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He discards the circuits and raises his hand to aim another ball of energy at the hole in Ironhide's chest.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He charges, then, in a rush similar to how he grabbed Ganondorf in the first place. His gait is a little more off than usual--missing wiring in a leg, and the ever-broken hip.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf smirked, pulling his hand back and the cackling magic growing as Ironhide charges him. When he's close enough, Ganondorf's arm moved swiftly and the magic tearing through the air toward it's target.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It... rather feels like being shot again, in that spot. His body jerks, the pain coursing through his chest, and he feels his spark shudder in response. Yet... he didn't drop when the missile struck. Even if he's moving on instinct, on momentum, he keeps charging.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[Ganondorf braces himself for the charge, digging his feet into the ground and grappling with Ironhide. He's gripping the plates on Ironhide's arms and attempting to tear them off.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His intakes shudder, rasping. His spark--something's off, something's wrong. It's making this brawl more difficult, he's sluggish.

But with Ganondorf's hands occupied, he tries to twist sideways, aiming another kick at his legs.]